HE CAME FROM THE GUTTER AND SMELLED OF STALE PEE
HE COMES FOR THE FOOD AND CARES NOT FOR ME
INHUMAN, UNKIND AND SUBJECT TO FITS
I CANNOT ENGAGE HIM IN A BATTLE OF WITS
BUT I LOVE HIM, WELL, HE KNOWS NO BETTER
LOVING HIM LESS WOULD MAKE ME MUCH SADDER
HE VISITS THE DRAINS WHENEVER HE PLEASES
I CARE FOR HIM WHEN HE'S DIRTY AND WHEEZES
HE'S CATTY BATTY WATTY, OR PHOEBE, NO DOUBT
A REAL CONNOISSEUR OF DEAD MEAT LIKE TROUT
IF ONE DAY HE LEAVES WHEN I AM STILL SANE
I'LL RECALL THESE VERSES AND TRY NOT TO WANE
KNOWING HE'LL NEVER SHRED MY ARM UP AGAIN